Drum roll, please . . .
"Why yes that's a mini Schnauzer in the travel tote under the seat in front of me! Why yes, I paid a solid $100 each way to bring her along. Well, no, I don't think the screaming baby up three rows cost a single cent to fly with her Momma. She doesn't get shoved under the seat, either."
A real conversation between a fellow passenger & myself after a IAH to PIT flight a few years ago. My Schnauzer, Allie, flew very quietly under the seat in front of me in her little pet-tote. The infant, however, who flew for free, screamed bloody murder the entire trip.
Jennifer, I'll be forwarding your email address to the promoter at CSN, so expect to hear from them within the week. Enjoy whatever it is you find (be sure to let us know what you blow your gift certificate on)!
Rach and Mr. Daddy, while you both cracked me right the eff up with the MILE HIGH club comment, it came in after the deadline for comments. So, for second place, Rachel, I'll make sure that Mom puts her Cherry Cheese Filled Pastry (or whatever the heck she calls it) on the menu for either Saturday or Sunday. Hope that's an okay consolation prize.
But the MILE HIGH comment got me thinking...now, stop groaning and shaking your heads, I do think on occasion...
While the MILE HIGH CLUB is usually used in reference to flying, doesn't that also mean that most of the people in Denver and the surrounding mountains are also members of the MHC? After all, we live a mile above sea level.